Quarantine

The majestic ambience of the blue skies are becoming nothing more than color.

The soothing cadence of the birds translate to an aggressive conversation.

I’ve lost all admiration for the morning,

because most days I’m up by noon.

The statues outside my window draped with green ornaments; fruits coming into season,

become nothing more than trees.

I’ve lost all admiration for nature, refrained in the four walls made by man.

In solitude I see the sun -

unashamed, and without caution

she sneaks through my window.

Perhaps, she doesn’t know what the world has become, she disregards all restrictions and restraints.

She just spreads hope that by that next time she comes around,

I’ll meet her on the outside instead.